They Asked for Thirty Lemon Desserts While My Newborn Fought to Breathe
“How long will she need the machine?” Kevin asked.
He stood right behind my chair, his hand resting heavy on my shoulder.
“The next seventy-two hours will tell us whether her lungs can stabilize,” Nurse Elena said.
“Will she make it through the weekend on the ventilator?” I asked.
Nurse Elena tapped her pen once on the clipboard before looking at me.
“We take it hour by hour, Mrs.
Bennett.